The hardest fights are where I cannot lay my fists
But tangible am I to my mind do I twist
I doth am left with bruises, scratches, marks
The mirror doesn't catch that "falling apart"
When I see my reflection, I am looking back
Which made it harder to believe I wasn't intact
It throttled me and captured me
With small fingers did the rapture feed
The end for me since there's no injury
There
I guess
This is really me
Horrendous and ugly
But still look the same
Clean supple skin on my leaning thin frame
Backwards to my mind did my thoughts begin bend
Like I knew in and out who I was in the end
